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I closed the front of her gown and hastily tied it, then turned to my nurse. “Take pictures and get her measurements,” I ordered.
“You can get dressed again,” I said to my potential new patient, “I’ll be back in a few minutes to discuss your options,” then quickly left the room and beelined to my office to masturbate.
Just as some men become gynecologists to see pussy, I became a plastic surgeon to see overdeveloped female breasts, and I had just examined a pair of really voluptuous huge ones that made me rock hard.
About fifteen minutes later my dick was spent and I gathered myself. I re-entered the patient’s room and found her in her street clothes waiting for me. The kind of minimizing bra she purposely wore and a loose, oversized top hid the contours of her pendulous boobs so she just looked big-bellied.
“Well, hello again,” I said cheerfully, trying not to stare at her chest, “I have good news for you!”
She smiled back at me.
“The good news,” I continued, “is that you ARE an excellent candidate for breast reduction. However, if you want them to be as small as, say, DDs it will require at least two operations and maybe even three.”
She listened to me carefully.
“... And that will cost about six thousand dollars.,” I added.
“Six thousand!!! .... Oh my god!” she exclaimed, visibly taken aback.
“Yes,” I replied, “Unfortunately your medical insurance won’t cover it but you do have several other options.”
“I do?, like what?,” she asked.
“Well - of course - you can always finance it and pay over time, but there are ways to avoid paying anything, if you're interested,” I suggested.
“Nothing?,” she asked puzzlingly, “How?”
“Well, ...,” I began carefully, “You need to understand that even though you feel your breasts are ugly there are a lot of men - and women - who would find them extremely attractive.”
She looked at me as I continued.
I paused, and then said directly, “Photographs of your breasts could be sold.”
“Photographs?,” she asked curiously.
“Yes. Erotic photos of them,” I replied.
“You mean porn?”
“Well, ... yes. Porn,” I answered. “But it could all be done privately and anonymously,” I added as I studied her face to gage her reaction.
She appeared to contemplate that. Unbeknownst to her, it would be me who would take those photos if she agreed, and whether or not I would sell them to pornographers was irrelevant to me. What mattered was having the pleasure and titillation of seeing her topless for a few hours and having her pose in every sexy, tit-revealing position I could think of, and capturing it all in photos.
But - unfortunately - a few moments later she shook her head “no.”
”And a third option?,” she asked.
“Well, “ I began carefully again, “a third option is an offer I’ll make to you.”
I hesitated. “As I said, a lot of men crave breasts like yours, even though they may try to deny it. You know that from all the embarrassing attention and solicitations you receive.”
She nodded knowingly in agreement.
“Well, I feel the same way but aren’t afraid to admit it. I too think your breasts are extremely attractive and so I’m suggesting that if you would allow me to enjoy them - say for an hour - not as your doctor but as a man - then I will do your procedures for free.”
She continued to look at me as I spoke, and maintained her gaze while she considered what I was saying. After a few moments she replied. “So let me get this right,” she began thoughtfully, “If I let you play with them for an hour you won’t charge me anything?”
“Yes, That’s right” I answered.
“Are you serious!?,” she asked incredulously.
I nodded affirmatively and smiled.
“You would really do that?,” she continued to press, evidently shocked that I would offer such a thing.
I looked in her eyes. “Yes ... That’s how badly I want them,” I answered honestly.
We held eye contact for a few moments and she could tell I was serious. She then looked away and around the room obviously considering my offer. I swallowed and felt my dick stiffening again at the prospect of her agreeing.
“Well, I want to think about this, “ she said finally. “Besides, we couldn’t possibly do anything like that in the next few days. ... I’m going out of town. ... I’ll call you when I get back.”
She then turned and walked out of the examination room.
I wasn’t sure what to think. Every other time I made that offer it was either accepted or rejected right away. ‘Well, at least she didn’t actually say “no,”’ I thought to myself as I went home that evening.
The next morning I was given a folder containing the pictures and measurements that I asked my nurse to take. I closed the door of my office and locked it knowing I was going to masturbate profusely when I looked at them. I wasn’t disappointed.
The next day I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I imagined holding one boob at a time with both hands, squeezing and massaging it, and sucking its nipple for several long minutes, then doing the other. Cum ran down my fingers as I rubbed my cock.
More cum was spewed on day 3 when I imagined her astride me on all fours hanging her boobs down around my face and feeling them against my ears.
Cum erupted on the fourth day too when I imagined her lying on her back with her boobs pushed up into her arm pits and their undersides kissed and licked.
And the next day - finally - she called me.
“Hi, ... It’s me,” she said over the phone.
“Yes, I know. ... Hi,” I replied.
“Hi,” she repeated, “Listen," she began slowly, "I’ve been thinking about what we talked about, ... and I’ve decided that I don’t want to reduce the size of my breasts.”
A long pause ensued. My feelings of disappointment were palpable. 'I will never see her again,' I thought.
“Hey, ... Are you still there?,” she asked, “I want to ask you out for a date instead!”
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